Miami's Five Best Parties for Fourth of July 2011
Then we kicked their ass in front of everybody, made Britain our royal bitch, and threw a big-ass party to celebrate. Ever since, we have marked the Fourth of July by busting shots off in the air and drinking them till we're under the table.
This year, we will uphold the fine American traditions of excess and consumption with more parties than you could teabag in a century. Here are the five best parties for Fourth of July weekend 2011.
From the farthest reaches of modern civilization to the gutterest of Third World countries, rap music, specifically conscious hip hop, have armed nations of youth with the ability to navigate their mental and physical environments through the expression of music, poetry, dance, and visual arts. In 1999 the Cuarto Poder formed to do so in Venezuela. Since then they have remained true to a street ethos characterized by their "Criollo Rap" genre which is inclusive of the systemically maligned Inca, mixed, and native cultures of Venezuela. Tonight they make their United States debut.
He has rocked more parties than a boulder on a nightlife tour. He has made more women shake their booties than a motel bed with magic fingers. He instills fear in the subwoofers of sound sytems worldwide for the explosive nature of his breakdowns. He may have even banged your mom. Tonight, or rather this morning, he takes his place on The Terrace, where the stars of Space shine bright as the sun that beams down through the open air party. Go now and become another notch on his belt.
Presented by the Glamour Goddesses with Stop The Presses, Eric Jaffe, Blaze, Lucas Peterson-Connolly, and Mauricio the Poet. Frank Zappa said it best, "Titties and Beer." One could argue they are the three most important ingredients for a fulfilling existence. Others would say that's misogynist. We reply: the independent burlesque dancing troupes of Miami are often women-founded co-ops primarily concerned with self-empowerment through adult entertainment ... Plus titties and beer.
We may know her as the "Dirty Purdy," but we mean it in a good way, like bad words during hot sex. Plus, the joint's tagline is "No attitude, no cover, no bullshit," which ought to be written on the Statue of Liberty. This is just another Monday night party, but that's like saying "just another night in Tijuana." So prepare to rage for America. Fuck yeah!
Without question The Surfcomber Hotel is hosting the most high profile, debaucherous, international caliber talent having lineup of parties anywhere in Dade County for this monumental weekend. Between the hotel pool and South Beach, you may find yourself between two Swedish models doing the horizontal techno. When the sun comes up, the models go down, you slam another shot, and wake up in the ever blinding luminance of paradise and freedom.
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